Inevitable.

Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: MelloxMatt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi,lemon,spoilers
Author notes: Thanks to my beta Drear(http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296808953), who's very kind and made a great work! ^^


TOMORROW

What Matt saw on Mello's face was not a scar. He saw the unmistakable print left by the poison that had always run through his veins, a poison made of envy and hate and unbridled rage. Mello was intoxicated, and it was only a matter of time until he died; unless he could catch Kira before Near could put his hands on him. This was the main reason why Matt was helping him; that and the fact that he never could deny anything to the blonde boy.

They were now in Japan after weeks of spying on that girl, who was supposedly the second Kira, and the Japanese detectives in a small apartment, listening and watching, and being bored. But Matt liked it - he was a spy, just like he used to imagine. He could play his new video game as long as he kept listening, and Mello was just there, eating chocolate and being mean like it was back at Wammy's.

“I need some fresh air, so stop playing that and pay attention while I'm out, Matt.”

The blonde boy got to his feet, took his red coat and his sunglasses, and left him there. Matt looked at his watch. Almost nine o'clock – time to turn on the TV and watch the news on NHN. He was a bit tired of hearing all that bullshit about Kira and justice, but he listened carefully for any clue about the killer - though he didn’t turn his video game off but kept playing instead. If Mello returned at that moment, he would be surely pissed off, but Matt just couldn't stand the boredom of that Takada and her show.

This is serious, man. It's Kira.

Mello usually warned him about how dangerous their mission was, but the redhead knew it already. It was a matter of life or death; he would help to save Mello's life, or both of them would die, and he was aware that the second option was actually easier. He had nothing to loose, anyway.

The sound of the door made Matt realize the news had finished and he hadn't paid any attention. He turned his eyes to the blonde boy that now entered the main room of the apartment, looking disturbingly amused.

“What's up?” asked Matt half-heartedly. Probably it had something to do with beating Near, since it seemed to be the only thing that made him happy these days.

“This is pretty boring, isn't it?” Munching a chocolate bar as always, Mello threw himself on the couch in front of Matt, who caught a glimpse of something the blonde had in his left hand. “What about a shot, Matt?” he added as showing a bottle of some sort of liquor, vodka or tequila, probably.

“Booze? Wow, that's something I didn't expect at all, boss.” Matt was confused, the blonde used to take things very seriously.

“We need to forget that huge pile of bullshit about Kira we've been listening to lately.”

For a moment, the redhead wasn't sure if it was some kind of joke. But Mello never joked, and his eyes reflected something...sad perhaps. Something Matt needed to get erased from them.

“Hell! Sure we need to!” He switched his video game off and took the bottle from Mello, whose eyes were looking at him in a way the redhead felt could make a hole in his very soul. He had a drink directly from the bottle, and the scorching taste of the alcohol made him cringe. Drinking and thinking just didn't go along well, and at Wammy's everybody knew that, so neither Mello nor Matt did it often.

The brunette gave the bottle to the other boy, who drank from it with a dramatic gesture, throwing his head back and exposing his long, delicate throat. Matt took advantage of that to check out his partner in crime. Mello hadn't grown very much, and he was skinny, but he looked dangerous as always. The black clothes fitted his limbs as a second skin, but left a large portion of tempting flesh exposed, daring you to touch it. Matt knew it was a challenge; Mello knew he was gorgeous, even with the burn scar blemishing his side, but most people would never dare to touch him if they didn't want a bullet hole through their forehead.

“This tastes like shit!” the blonde wiped his lips with the back of his leather-clad hand, before handing the bottle to Matt again, who had another drink, then took a crumpled cigarette from his back pocket.

“Hey, can I have one of those or what?” Mello bent over the table between them, stretched his hand out and took the cigarette from between Matt's lips.

“I thought you didn't...” said the redhead as he took another from his pocket and lit it.

“I don't.” Mello was still leaning over the table, his weight supported by one hand as the other held the cigarette against his smirking lips.

“Light, please.” his voice had turned low, and he leaned closer to Matt untill the tip of his cigarette touched the other's, sharing the flame.

“Whatever you want, boss.” said the redhead, no need to deny what both of them knew. That was why Mello had called him for this suicide mission and that was why the blonde was now glaring at him as a lion would its prey; it was the way things would always be, it was natural and inevitable.

“Yeah? Maybe you still remember what I want.”

The blonde boy walked around the table and stood before Matt, taking a drag of the cigarette and letting the smoke flow out of his mouth slowly.
Yeah, you used to want L, but now he's fuckin’ dead, thought the brunette, but bit it back. Instead he put his hands on Mello's hips, caressing the sharp bones there with his thumbs, and looked up at the pair of blue eyes. The melted skin deformed his features just a bit and, judging by his cocky smile, it didn't make Mello any less self-confident. “I remember you used to enjoy some pretty dirty things.” he said, letting the cigarette fall from between his fingers to caress the sinfully large portion of skin Mello's clothes didn't cover.

“Oh, and it's only gotten worse,” said the blonde while pulling the goggles off from around Matt's head and throwing them away, so he could grab a handful of red hair and guide his face close to his belly.

Matt made a strangled sound in his throat at the slight pain on his scalp, but let his head be lead despite it. His heart beat nervously in his chest, and his tongue darted out of his mouth to taste the sultry skin around the navel. It was as if it was just yesterday when Mello had taken his few possessions and left Wammy's House. Matt's hand climbed across the leather jacket and pulled down the zipper, exposing the whole extension of Mello's upper body

The blonde youth shoved Matt backwards, straddling him on the couch and guiding his head back towards his bare chest, his back arched in an elegant curve. He continued to smoke the cigarette, wishing it was a chocolate bar instead, but when Matt started suckling at his nipples, breathing became a hard task and he threw the stub at the floor.

“Aah...bastard,” Mello moaned as he felt teeth sinking in the tender flesh. ”I can see you do remember some things...” he leaned and licked Matt's lips teasingly.

“Yeah... But I also... want to know how much worse it... got, you know?” Matt answered, while trying to catch Mello's tongue between his teeth, but the slippery muscle was too fast. He put his hand on the back of the blonde’s head and pulled Mello closer, kissing him deeply. An odd mixture of tobacco and chocolate flooded Matt's mouth, making him feel a bit dizzy, but it made it all even sweeter. The hand that wasn’t holding Mello in place grabbed his ass and rubbed their bodies together till they had to break the kiss for air.

“Much worse than that...”, said Mello breathlessly, their bodies still rocking, and slid his hands to the hem of Matt shirt to pull it off.

“I hope so...” The redhead flipped them on the couch, so Mello was now lying on his back and he was kneeling between his legs. “You seem to like tight pants...”, he said, struggling to pull them off Mello.

The blonde didn't answer, just reached out and took one of the chocolate bars on the table, watching Matt do the work. Soon, his pants were on the floor, and the other boy was bending over to lick at the tip of his hard member. “Yeah, that's it, Matt. Good boy...” encouraged Mello, biting down on the chocolate.

The redhead fondled the pink throbbing flesh hungrily; he'd dreamt of this for years, of having Mello spread out in front of him, of Mello's taste in his mouth...His own pants felt uncomfortably tight now, so he worked them open and slid a hand inside, his lips and tongue never ceasing from their task.

“Stop...” The blonde boy's voice was weak with pleasure, and Matt kept sucking him. ”Stop”, he repeated, but the stubborn mouth continued moving up and down his shaft. ”Aah...Fuck! I said stop it, Matt!!” Mello pushed him so Matt couldn't help but stop sucking, hand continuing to move inside his pants. He stared at the blonde boy, confused and eyes clouded with passion.

“What...what's wrong, Mello?”

“Stop it all, damn it”, he reached out and took Matt's hand out of his pants. “I don't want it to be over so quickly...” he gave Matt a meaningful smirk, and bit down at his chocolate bar one last time before discarding it onto the table. The redhead didn't need further explanation, and freed himself of his own jeans quickly, heart pounding fast and hard.

Matt looked around, his hands caressing Mello's inner thighs, searching for something he could use as lube. “Fuck!” he gave Mello an apologizing look and spat on his hand then spread it on his own member, trying to touch himself as little as possible.

The blonde lifted one leg to place it on the back of the couch, leaving his entrance more exposed, and reaching out he took Matt's face with his hands, bringing him closer. “You're making me wait too much, don't you think?” his voice was just a purr against the other boy's lips. “That's very mean of you, Matt”, he added while moving his hips up till felt the tip of an engorged organ against his puckered hole.

“God...” moaned Matt and pushed inside as slow as he could, clenching his teeth. Too tight, it was too tight. And soft. And warm. And Matt wanted nothing but to thrust hard and claim that heavenly hole as his at least. But he waited, letting Mello get used to the feeling. The blonde had never been one to wait, though, and he moved his hips up again impatiently, urging Matt.

And Matt indulged. One thrust, and then other. In and out. Mello's breath had become erratic and Matt could feel fingernails sinking into his shoulders with every move. Maybe he was hurting Mello, but he couldn't stop, it just was too good. A pair of long legs wrapped around his waist, tight and demanding, a hot tongue lapped at his lips between gasps, and something wet and hot rubbed against his belly at the rhythm of his movements.

“Harder!”, Mello demanded, catching a tender lip with his teeth, and the redhead did as he was told, pumping so hard inside Mello the old couch creaked under their bodies as if it was about to break.One moment later the blonde boy was shaking, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes, while mumbling some curses. Matt took advantage of the moment to bite down at the exposed throat, feeling Mello's body squeezing his member and warm liquid pulsing forth between the both of them, and he had to surrender. A rush of pleasure ran along his spine and he was coming inside Mello's sweet body; some words left his mouth, but he didn't know if they even had a meaning at all.

When Mello's blue eyes opened again he found Matt looking at him intently, and he smiled in return.

“Fucking Matt! You sure have learned a few things over these years, haven’t you?” the blonde joked while reaching out to grab his chocolate again.

Matt just pulled out of the other's body, not giving any answer. Resting his head on the crook of Mello's neck he could feel the noise of crunching chocolate when it was munched. Oh, a cigarette would be good now, but he’d rather he rested there, inhaling the mixture of sweat and sex on Mello's skin, lazily caressing the wrinkled scar tissue on the side of his face

“Tomorrow is the day”, the sound of Mello's voice broke the silence and Matt's bliss, who just nodded. “Sure you want to do it, man?”

“Sure, why not?” said the redhead. “It'll be fun. And I hate that Takada girl.” Matt knew better. He was aware it could be the death of both of them, even if they succeeded. He lifted his head to look at the other boy's face. “Want to talk about it, boss?”

Mello smiled, a sort of smile Matt didn't know he could make anymore.

“No need. I'm sure you know enough about it.”, he added while pushing Matt down again and kissing him sweetly, but that kiss tasted of death and good-bye for the both of them.


-THE END-